While the Moon hidden in the sky
's going down to earth as rain,
With a million of silver drops,
Every's sure that it's the main.
While the grass covering sinful stuff
's growing up to life-giving Sun,
We ain't sure it's all enough,
Even if we are just among.
Question is: be or not to be
And solvation is simple. Thus,
They are blind trying not to see
That believe doesn't mean to trust.
Doesn t mean
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